Ok Most everyone that is a regular on Eplaya, knows what The BooBy Bar is..."what will it be?"

For those of you just coming in outa the cold winter months, tickets in hand...or ticket purchase plan A-B and/or C....

Allow me to introduce you...

The Eplaya Bar Camp last year was absolutely wonderful on the Playa!!!!!!!!
.....No IF AND OR BUTTS WONDERFUL......
But the Bar of last year. Will not be there this year.
So in hope's of keeping a awesome thing going, Titwi and Pinemom have banned together alot of the Eplayian Bar camp peeps in raising of a new bar to call home for our glorious trip to the desert!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~The BooBy Bar~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This Bar is about alot of things...
We are collecting as we speak, BooBy memoribilia, BooBy Birds,
BooBy breasts,Booby Books, posters, salt n pepper shakers, BooBy shot glasses...etc...
These novelty idea's is basically pointed in a couple of directions...First and foremost:
The Beautiful Breast(not the perverted way of thinking,thank you, and those of you who still insist on being preverted, you will be DEALT with!)

BREAST CANCER and its survivors, its fighters, and unfortunately its loses.

A place where we celebrate life that goes on after you've gone through loss of either of friends, of family or more personal of your breast/s.
I have so many family and friends that have gone through or ARE going through this. Including 2 scares and surguries of my own!
A place to tell jokes to keep ya laughing through hard times!
Maybe even strap on a set if you dont have yours anymore...and really understand its not the breast that make the Woman!Its the Woman who makes the Woman!

Honorable mention: The Booby Bird, the cute lil' strange looking wobbly fun little creature. 40,000 breeding pairs half of which are on the Galapagos Island. But a play on words is why this lil' bird was nominated!

And Finally...BooBy's on the Playa, a very complex statement!!
You always hear some yahoo saying "I'm going to the Burningman to see Boobies", Or the other everfamous statement, "I'm going to take pictures of Critical Tits even if they do get mad".

Picture this you yahoo's and creep'a'zoids ...FROM HOME! Dont come!
The BooBy Bar will be 2 60ft round Domes, covered in flesh toned material with nipples on top.
So making light of the saying...
You will be able to see Boobies on the playa via satelite pictures and Google earth.

So Introduce yourself, If we dont already know you, still introduce yourself for thooughs people who dont know you...and above all....
Welcome home!

anybody got a B(O)(O)k on breasts? start collecting stuff...I have this dream that the B(O)(O)By Bar could have so many fun memmorabilia items....
For decades there has been so many things Ive seen along the way...That I could fill "decoratively speaking" Both sides!

B(O)(O)BY BAR Recruitment!
We have R(O)(O)M for a few "Creative Minded" individual/couples interested in camping with a group of like minded Camps........

*Pre-requisit: been on a camping trip in your life time, not neccesarily BM.
*Radical self Reliance
*Donations of Alcohol and mixers to bar
*Small monetary to camp essentials,jots,grey water etc...(more details as we go)
*Your Own food and water needs
*Eager to help for short periods each day
*M(O)(O)P Detail done daily by ALL (usually less then 10min)

the brillient SF Chronicle columinst, Jon Carroll wrote:On PBS recently there was a four-hour documentary called "China From the Inside." It was a little ponderous and didactic, but it was also in many ways a revelation. One part of the documentary addressed the problem of pollution in China, specifically toxins in the rivers. The combination of human waste and industrial effluent has made a third of the rivers useless for drinking, bathing, fishing and irrigation.

One of the primary effects of river pollution is cancer. The documentary showed some cancer victims. One of them was an old woman in the final stages of esophageal cancer. She was skeletal; her skin had shrunk away from her ribs, leaving her looking like an anatomical drawing. She was suffering, hardly conscious; the narrator said the woman died a few days after the segment was shot.

But here's the thing: The woman's breasts had been digitally blurred. Because she was so thin, she didn't really have breasts, but she had nipples, and those were apparently arousing enough to cause the PBS censor to step in. See, it's not prurience that's bad; it's not sexual exploitation that's bad; it's breasts that are bad. Any breasts, even the breasts of an elderly Chinese woman dying of cancer. Your breasts are bad. Speak to them severely.

I don't think that the government had to order this documentary altered. The FCC probably didn't know anything about it before it aired. No, PBS is so terrified that it didn't need a cautionary letter; it went ahead and did it anyway, just in case someone's mother somewhere writes the FCC saying, "My son saw the breasts of a terminally ill Chinese woman, and now he's playing in a heavy-metal band."

It's this whole Janet Jackson thing. She showed her breast -- not even her whole breast; a pastie was involved -- on national television, and the world exploded. Part of the argument was, she did it at the Super Bowl! The wholesome American God-fearing Super Bowl, where brain damage is just part of the fun! And ever since then, over-the-airwaves breasts have become verboten, no matter what the context.

The FCC doesn't do context. It has a fundamentalist Christian view of nudity, that it's always bad because it's always erotic. Leaving aside the loathsome equation erotic = bad, the reasoning is adolescent. Adults are able to hold several views of the body simultaneously. Certainly naked bodies can be used to attract sexual partners, but bodies spend a lot more of their time as machines, processing air and water and food, breaking it down into necessary chemicals, excreting the rest. Eventually the machine breaks beyond repair.

Doctors and nurses deal with this reality every day, and they are able to make the distinction. They have normal sex lives, or at least as normal as the rest of us.

Our culture fetishizes breasts; other cultures choose other parts of the body for erotic attention. The particular irony here is that breasts are also a common locus for cancer. Extreme modesty about them can actually be dangerous, even as extreme modesty about sexual intercourse is a hindrance in the fight against AIDS. But all that is context and, as I said, the FCC doesn't do context.

And it's all so beside the point. Premium cable television is not under any strictures, nor does it voluntarily censor itself. Therefore, the same TV set that cannot broadcast pictures of an old sick naked Chinese woman can broadcast pictures of naked healthy women of all races doing all manner of things, many of them erotic. The government and the industry may see the distinction, but it's hard for the consumer -- it's all available on the same screen in the same room at the same time.

Censorship is based on a totally fictional Edenic concept of the American home. In that home, the home that is referenced in the phrase "family values," everything is pure and wholesome, and children are innocents whose state of grace is constantly being threatened by the media, which puts the idea of sex into their minds. (However did people go about procreation before television?)

And the seductions of sex come in many guises. It's not just pornography, it's suggestive lyrics in rock songs, it's salacious halftime shows, it's sitcoms where gay people appear to be living happy and fruitful lives, it's the breasts of female adults constantly tempting, tempting, tempting. It's a view very much like that of conservative Islamic societies, where women must be covered because their bodies are so alluring that men cannot help themselves when exposed to their full power.

And because so many American children are likely to watch four-hour documentaries about China, vigilance is necessary there too. It's just lunatic, and it seems unlikely to change.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------They're all over, hiding, waiting for you to let down your guard just for a second. Then they will appear as if out of nowhere: breasts! I was a stand-up tomato: a juicy, sexy, beefsteak tomato. Nobody does vegetables like me. I did an evening of vegetables off-Broadway. I did the best tomato, the best cucumber; I did an endive salad that knocked the critics on their jcarroll@sfchronicle.com.

Well, here we go...The Breast Cancer support goes as far as that. I support the woman who go through it not the disease.
When I was going through my scares, I had alot of junk shoved in my face, all I really wanted was just a little quality time with family and friends. So, That quality, not quantity is what part The B(O)(O)BY Bar will take part in.
Its not going to be a Brochure handing out camp. There will however be a artistic piece's of art hanging.

Put it this way...If I indeed was suffering from this horrible disease, I would love to go to the Playa for a week and pretend I didnt have it!!!
Not hiding from it, just going back to a time in my life when I didnt have to worry about how next weeks chemo or radiation was going to effect me.